Burn, Baby, Burn by Michael Seale (Chapter 20)

 Chapter 20

Watching

“She is still clean, you cannot hurt her,” the old man said. 

He stood over her, watching her breath. Her chest moved up and down under the gray T-shirt. 

“I told you, you are only a minor distraction now. Insignificant.” He replied.

He never took his eyes off of her. She was beautiful, full of life and clean, untouched by the other. He knew that the other wanted her. He knew it was only a matter of time, then the other would defile her just as he had the others.  Then he could begin his work. 

“I have warned the other, he will know soon enough.”

He glared at the old man for a moment, his rage coming to a boil. 

“It doesn’t matter; there is nothing that he can do.”

His chest heaved up and down in heavy breaths. Rage rolled over him. To think that the old fucker believed they could stop him. He was the witness for the light. He was not the light, but he bore witness. There was nothing they could. 

Her eyes opened, surprised.

“Mike? What are you doing?” she asked. 

He froze, unsure of himself for a second. His eyes stared down at her. He wanted to reach out and choke the life out of her, but he knew he couldn’t.

“Just lay down here if you can’t sleep, but don’t try any funny stuff.” She pulled the blanket back for him, inviting him into her bed. 

His black eyes stared down at her. He crawled into the bed, lay stiff as a board. His mind reeling.

“Go to sleep, Mike. You’ll feel better tomorrow.” She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. 

He laid there, his chest heaving up and down, seconds away from hyperventilating. His pulse raced he had never been so close to a woman without knowing that he could end her. 

The old man appeared again. “You are a part of us and we are stronger than what you think.”

His black eyes closed, and he slipped into a deep sleep.